Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Tool building, tolls and teeth will yellow

Can we talk about      tool building
         The anchors the same the verbs
    the difference   
Its      a bridges brine
                   toll it's'              own bounty
   For those that do it     and the 
                        All of us
        They Can not help it,
Veil meds        a porters blue
cleaning best   and lost in work
              And with regard to understanding sounds      as best one can
              or fuel Meands
from the ground up   the ear pours into noise
   as noise into them
              Noises bled into pitch
but it's not as black as it feels to be.
            ( The problem adventure)
      And  needs to be,
         Is  We      need too much
                     o followers of silk
                Or black stone    a currency from the past was found easily enough
 The only justice
                             Tooth tools'
        Need you not      
                         No need   in  grinding
But the mending...
             If you can.
The grind being in private   losing tooth with every cycle
  The   pivot    at least           being
           Lax of these
                      And post  inn
Or influential
      it's most pious           pointedge  
     Edged     and
                               the past long lost
   In dusted sediment
        Prelude layering precludes
Prelude layering
Waxing lipstick  wind sand
          Mounting older    lipstick wind sands
That mounted importantly
                      like a hyena mounts a wounded  gazelle
                       Our proofs       Ill measured in wind sand
            Only with humans it's       time
that sound        sounds               
                                     it's wound
                Why does it search and do
     Do not get lost in verbs      or
Not the  how  but  why
        Is lost       vision too warded towards the why.
                             And how is strength
How wounded     in
        Conflict the how         let it know
  then bring the why in so it is comforting
More importantly comfortable
    Remember geometry
            Remember edge and creases boundaries in and out.
                  Now is        a foul in
and out a foul out
and in
                      The breath of this
                  Remember wanting the now
     Most of all
More      The  then and now
Mow this sanctuary 
Wanting more     then anything else ever.    Or
An urgent rush    
Urgent self relish pumped
          Whitney plastic handle down
onto        a fog headed hat dog wearing casing               
                    Tasting of strong cock measured sting coat
                   Pale and crispy   
Singe it's magic cure
                        and oral fix actions
                using all...       ?
casted as no     but best    
and bread to think it' s on to something.
                 someone under tersk redemption mouth sour and hungry though they were on to something
      The breather thought another way
Again a gain
And lacking death in religion to prove it
     Lax it's'  
Ligand-gated ion channel     to the real
                             Or Moloch
O temple
                      Allow this Lilith you love me as you love your self.
who here does not sow
             Or wear a bridge March one best
To dance ones best
Casts of poetry casting poetry
                          Posts of peasantry to post
One peasantry
                   Color is the Fist
                                   first box to open

Saturday, December 5, 2015

a passive project

a passive project 
    sit still you maker of mute 
                        And remember the other

blind the aura  in mess 
                unsent pride   fern leaf
          stretching as high as it needed to
the orwell passives'  join the valley flank 
     crony clown  
                   agressions in forgetfullness 
 or just the loudest moment at the time

your mute does not herd  picket fence around your shoes
              limits the ankle       your ankle alone
  does not 
        feed           as you think it does.
                 a passives' knee print  when kneeling 

                      not a wake    directly 
 for the sake of wake

         Passives for the sake of pleasure send vowels that can please in spring courses if calm can carve the calf maons
         calves bland and blinded by Sounds 
                                louder then wolves
Post other wiser  
when fate is blind and has only ears to find its way
thats not to say scream      and scream first
       but breath first and care not of its poise
                 whose flesh is this anyway?
  the i a singularity in spite of we         becoming ought 
                    an eye orphaned      its other   
 closed in blink perhaps
                the opened one  
      a uniformed segregate 

          a paraphrase          a disco    
famed    with one eye closed. 
                  defined by most as whole
or at least thats all we get 
                whose flesh is this anyway?
the passives' meat its mince 
         the closed other forgotten
                         and the moves go to the loud

Thursday, December 3, 2015

a weekend of james

it seems flannel is the neo-armer of choice these days sitting comfortably between the shoulders of the noble, or anyone affording not only jest but pragmatisms previously cultured wedgedly among kings. noble soldiers defending leisure. its leisure defending polite yet accosted social quids pruned crowns and labeled what ever is necessary in the moment to pass as normal.

this is where you find james. the there could be described as the space between an elephants ass and the ground. it could also be described as the middle of nowhere. or Georgia. the this, of course, did not dawn on james right away.  in fact it wouldn't until a few days from now when the, 'practice makes perfect,' euphemistic pleasure cord to pull soul sail, enabling a vale of naiveté to be widened to the point of broke, was pulled, the bit of spilled coffee on a saucer sitting to the right of james dried and the girl long gone.

but today is a good day. james fills his time. he takes no real pleasure in media. in all honesty time really fills itself. he wakes up, the phone directs him to weather,  laptop tells him to laugh, his girl tells him to move and the clock tells him to work. in fact he doesn't really think at all, filling time would be the only cause to think and, that being taken, there could be no thoughts to give.

the next day was the same as the last except for a brief almost exegetical moment, a spark, of christ conscious condensation pooled onto the small of the back sending a fraction of a thought up the spine of james which left him unable to blink three seconds longer then normal. the cause could be described as that moment when one has gotten into bed chilled but the warmth from the cover mixed with body heat has made it too hot and one is forced to take a layer off. it also could be described as the absence of color on jupiter. or the soft and eerie realization that everything has in fact been done-and there is nothing left to do.

this moment of course did not dawn on james. some say we don't see what isn't needed until it is needed. lessons learned a few blinks behind. a life being, velvet scrapes of clothe laid between corduroy ones, flannel crossed leather or silk sown into mosaic printed felt either gently waxed or tumbled softly with creek stone. james was the latter but if he thought about it, which he didn't, he would probable describe himself as witty with a quick blink ahead of the rest.

and the next day, james whore flannel.

Thursday, November 5, 2015

I care about the postage

Kill how  if lost if lost is best
         Fill      what neeeeeeeeed
                  Savior as car drive way
Soft move feel this move.
                    I care about the move
I care about the clothe of life and what it means to wear it. 
                I care about what people allow me too.
                  I care about the postage kept.
And mailing is for the absent post.
Deliver  ing       what can be exceeded
Excited excited  existence telephone
       Cranked noise pence salivate
       Deliver me most of them.
Because i
See it.
                            No one does.
                                    What are they doing?
      If we could we?
                        Withpositon     in calacoulderic clouds of mist  if  you could?
           W              can            belt
                  W can           send       the visual.
                 W can not ex tend
W is no one         one is the same.
               Thats Shit     
When did we start worship ing        calfs     instead    of gods            ?
              I didn't but        did     
And did best 
            I didn't          and you did
You didn't       and I did.     
                  Who here       has       a crasanthamom              
                            True      the number   
Or what is this
                                     It was said  in ice
Live and let it
                                 Be the fire that melts
         Be a sought      said in  passing be a dance       Be a said
         Be a bought       Be a boast.
                       Be best of you
      Now      yes          and      best     
                                Then is now if you want it.          Can be nose   with a period
        Smelling  now       before       like piano
             Like        dose of pill       
Like lame        Like           salivate       I'm dosed       one      and         it.
                Like          a Bush        not knowing what    word is next
Like       bulb belly             
          Fuck the Shit     see it grow    calm
Like see it all     whither in a stance
I nedle nestle nestled quick
                             Sound moves   Like a phone.
                     Cells       counter    quickly
           What the fuck is cancer?
I just though up.       And while marshmallow     severance savetry sound   
       Wrenches     bolts      that matter
                     What I'll move out side   the other
                            Am     a  mazed      meant      calm              said with temporary breath
                            What do you wake with?
Coffee         good call.

Friday, October 23, 2015

Gender vs genera

Tequelic  and waves  change     she
And he needs this

            And yet when it changes the stance is lost
                The movement has changes
Has changed will
          She needs nothing else.

Is she be
                    Can it believe
Can i it can and the
           Will       in real time challenge    It least

                                 Where is it if the difference can not be concidered


Hard cocktail I drink
                 The fairy tail    sways  Loose and so should you and  do I
            In mind bird brain.        

         And we as better   hi will be and can if you hate this

                      this is not you.
I feel that                

Thursday, October 22, 2015

The mouth waters river

The boat is there   the Terry lingers   is wows and shoes and woes

         Wary is the block calm is the reason
Blink           Is            the savior      and ware is the blink 
                  The load must be leaves
Blown in the wind      
                    And who here salivstes for that
you a closed mouth         
                         Open     or do your worst

Closed and       I do      the rest? 

                                   Open to guitars

                    Open to fuel       
        Age          save       you a wining measure         save you        you    
        Nothing more

And let that idea         rock
      skipping rock across a pond fisted dimple rifts                    at night when gaurds are down     skip      or not

                             And let it 
           Smoking what have them
     Allowing the beet

            Or beat
change the blood
While the game is played.    
       It is the right kind of let it go.
                            Sure  your spoke     is bounty
Carry its' measure         And lend its' hearing to the pores  

                 A passion      on color     in deliverance          can mend     in silver cuffs

Buttons buttened        if it's comfortable 

save a soul       that can
            Do that        

And if it can't               It a soiled seed out boat      swim the sea          no questions asked
                         Being clever       lever saintly  And not        boats most        

                In Bush land         count  the tokens of  the masons  bastard

                           Fucked when told to.
Love of       in stead of if        its allowed      grow fat of this
                   Loose wait and exercise
                             It's gluten I've been told
Lend this               And
      The boat
remains           why      an opened salamander
No one knows         And if

        An excitment      could tell    we would all be       free


Thursday, October 15, 2015

Cap your best

Feel the hot  breath of passion on your skin      and lay waist its calm

                   Felt it bladder pond blink once more
            It levy-ing        leveraged     spoken least
And most

                    When color screens caliphat
Pasture        there is a validation   

                in caliphat              
        It could be nippples
                        it could be boarded house
                     It can be leverage
It is last       
                            Feel the beat  break of passion        boast most of all
        And lay gain to the moment

                The box of color least and most

           Pasture there         is validation

Tones leap here and their
                   Fingers can tell the difference
So can eyes     if in          screened.    
                 Cap your best      rally until the day of rent        Cap it rally       Cap its fool

               Carry on        Cap it dawn and cap it down          raps the gone grown
       Rhymes its' best cause    
             Yet laying her is not the answer
    Nature grows and eats in the same space               
                       Core     it's salivate pallet crunching       its' peace     the difference of fools       
                          I could care if it were world piece
               Needing one every time.  

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

A weekend dose when it's the middle of June

Only if
     At best      A vagrent bread
Breads yet again 

I see it long       or so     could

         Bee   attitudes    
They have been leaving 
        I also   see it round  and cabled

When bellies lend
      The current as curtains
To be dressed
           As tongues of the eyes see
Then a low      or
         Allow the wood

      The trees are leaving

              How could a tree trump clean air
           Once  and twice and once more
So desparent      needs to out it down
to in it sound
     Seed this air
Its an conservative jipsee that wins the day in politics

         Play is the will      and let it be satisfies          it     
                 is a monkeys' s game

        Its' armored        filaments of cream whipped       nomencladic presidencies

           Sail on you sailor with not
Real tendon     or tending
The ropes
       They are prevoided and working
            They are right
Of pasture

           That is to say has left in felt
And the middle has next
         Has no stance in a waiste land lent leisure
            It has been said that the meek will inherent this
     When clout is gout featuring bounty
Feasted this

      Loss is low strain       could it be

As         it gets

        be later
or some later
      Bernard benadicked banndaid
rip it off quick as was put on

          It's not fear of death when you don't think about it
           Stance is for the week
And weekends never come when it can't be felt

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Sit here

I held a certain stittalalic

   Sentence know this no more.
A settled stance
      Leveradge this in mouth and tongues
              Its body worth the most of these
                           I  was just thinking words ment something without the bounty of spelling.

Friday, October 9, 2015

I lost the phone all day
      Then found
             it was the same as yesterday

Equal parts do

A writ it dilettante broader still
It is kew
        Equale parts savoury and sweat
Nest it's cars valley driven
                 Nest  it's lever
It' s a comedy calmly put prose and
   Preach perched.

Leave it to beaver..

     Left ist     in stance
Yet       s the leaves term leverage

                      Belt you gut handless
The crowd is the same

Thursday, October 8, 2015

The 2 day

It's an app till you make it say
Says  it
      Be it all     Life
Exceptional       deliver this most
         All pray to this God
I am there for I am    
     It's servents server themselves     And it at boast.      Leave left?  
Laeave you    to the banquet.     Leverage
     List its best      and Lust its worst.

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

De liver and boasts most of all

It is a will to contend with
      Her moves. His moves dewinchlish
                The move is best spoken in

A jesters courtiers
                          The latter day   of saints 

The latter day saints Terry best in concordial sleeves laid delwincklet
            Save the rest to be covered

 baroque trash barrels   painted eagles covering the mail.
         The will is most important
And the Will delivered a bounty of boasting pretence
          And delivering is left be to the
Do What Thou Whilst.......

           Your morter settings spawn a beggeres

Plight      and because there is still room

         For some

                      Believe  in something

       A move is easy when screen savers save 

Sometime there is in't     occasionally she 

Or he         ( mostly he) doesn't square

                 there it could be a bed

There it could be a thread 

        At best     a bed at most and taken to  the jest. 

                 A deliverance of kings maid least of bend   when dosilic posts plead

Fold the clothe as she said.       A deliverance of kings.

Friday, September 25, 2015


The diliversence  ring sound  And yet not

The  hight  And the light

Low and balence best   
Yes please  your best

                      The wonting blackeyes

You are diliverece

Clever people
Out side relavent multiple calafact
Usefully salamander relevence

                    Sugar rose  aptitude

Diliverance I'm the cause
         Clever people only think they are
If it's right

Friday, September 4, 2015

Pole dust necessarily

Love could be fuck if we let.
       It could be diner
It can be dinner if one has enough money.

     And money is a condom  being taken off

                Or a cock inside

                      with eyes closed  head turned to                         the   side saying not you   and this                       is ok for                   now

    Love can be sacked stacks

        of meaned fellow       won't nothing more
Then there was one

         And Billions

                      Love can be the Wide the waidger on takes   at first light     the window is drawn     escapest  tapestry  willow black inside       shining what ever Coler is called for  

               Color has no room  ill difined

Polite ignorance    worship those that have

       Ignorance       is contexts  

Never mind the thought

 that doesn't and can.  The mind has trouble with this.  

And its other.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Frac it

I walked out of what could only be described as
           A detention center for the able...
the donersast codex and counting

                    a Claudine cider spider spirit web at best

How can one define spirit? it used to be the 
Best game in town
                     until it became the best Game
      In town
And time  is time killing it
      In time
Frac your worst        or

Thirst ur worst
              Money is alway made, am I right?

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Cart on

Cary on    an aesthetic jury
   Ur aft outed
                             Cart  on the Carry

U English gentleman, u emergent, u tary, u gentleman, u Gary, u gentry, u gaft

         Cart on     the cartoon

Cart on the can       Cart on the calf

Cart on

The black death isn't what it used to be.

Thursday, May 7, 2015

its not about shoes

i had time to be practical       Inn

at a blink of an eye
                 culture is captioned in
                           its own   clichedic tube sock
pulled way up  
                              high tops are prudent within   its self

         and play o    prudence play

  steps    will  step     or  rather   lead        best in   resting      high atop
     the other perch                          learn best there        

 and with a certain push towards the light
      settle there       in self

and    the land has its own breeze          
                         while the severed cock   with key
       )lower case key(

  rests contemplatively        in the hand

labeled most important  

          i flash it flashing a network of tv picture       flashing beard at yourself

the will laid     to restless       nest   point your best toward what satisfies

       the always
then now the always
                                             the hand  allows us this beauty

the hand allows us corn when we play     along

i     I            i            I    

the difference     for you     is yours


Thursday, April 30, 2015

keep it current

i whittled an utter
              you did the same    per chance
a life cans to its can              will Its' disheveled palindrome

      the most          wont its contention     the most
believe     its'    passion    the most

keep it within  the rug

    your good

  party down the sale lap divergence

                      prayer gods do what
                                the prayer gods will do       whatever right?

Thursday, April 23, 2015

lasting 3 minutes

the ship     the  cat walk and the river
needs no calm

               she curse  and sees the dark canteen
your foul
the least of these
                 its left to the most     one   has only breathe
the rest is scene        
                and the other     we all are                     search  for
in sound
         sound  a wreck   passes  with every     wreck

             what is   wreck wanting wick   a fire wonting out
wont wanting wreck wonting wont wanting wreck
       awaiting greek thought whithout greek and   thought

lasting 3 minutes

       then                     do what thou     wilt        

? preface

broadie raccoon was born a-brushed      like dental floss
         flicking unwanted fecal matter unto the mirror to be judged
later  and at a moments notice
                   when your out the door      you look upon the self quickly
life Is what it seems      
         fast conclusions are most important in mirrors     in a hurry       one shouldn't  linger
                        a thought came and went but the most  import     ant
thing is past      
     and there for



                    does   no

does   not
                     does  not
is not mat
                       does not mat
is not
             does not matter

Monday, April 13, 2015

shooting the shit on a sunday....something about hands

i was sitting linked in self  and hands
              babe like       fetal stye  in the midst of everything else
     the light       was somewhere      doing something
    i think        
when the thing i was thinking about was    the thing
   then    wasn't                   when seal sails dance among the chased ones
                   and there is always the other polsterguestic melancholy
in ledger because it must
i realized               in mid breath
             an ego     destroys what is loved in order to sleeve is own arms
fingers clench boast best of all
in spite of everything else

                              and the waiters are the simple?
or what is missed when eyes widen to a moments ferric passion
     but broken plates and missed direction               words out

like  argue means everything the color of drunk
               but with thought     (its complicated)
i thought      a breath taken means more      amidst everything else
     then fetal hands      thrown           the smoke staked fingers lost their calm

        and anger is la te da           be it     your self?

       later   i watched a movie about space    it felt like the same thing
and i thought i was thinking the whole time

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

the sky is now...

i wont to       shake
      like shake it off        a knows  bleed sanctuary
where little is known    

      and affect plays the keys            wilco blue

          the sky is now...     what'd  you say    
                     clout and cloud are similar hungarians
wondering                          between eating the spinach or growing it

                           the mouth opens so easily  how can word compete
cock and mortar     sealed between the wet works
       cock and mortar               the difference between fuck

  and      what could be described as
             a middle school playground make-out pleasure cruse

behind the swing set     before the first real boner    
          beyond what      in mean s        
          placate the first fuhrer      and the next
(good boy)
                 computer          mind telling you    
 right from

           and let the real stand    
circle seed as the moon    
                     change you change we change youchange
shouldchange       change me

Friday, January 30, 2015

i lay a lake down

i lay a lake down like bread crumbs  
i lay a lake down       seeing just           just looking
       crumbs     and sight trailing    as i lay  a lake down
like vinyl pavement
on the kitchen floor
                      bank the till and let it be rest
in times of sutra
        a suiters feathers rise and fall in passion
                   deliverance was   letting       wearing easy street
as if  doing
doesn't do   like bread crumbs         all be it bread

            i've   well     you have too

as i lay a lake
down the self will go       its body      its feelings mind notes
         being of notes  what    of time   as copper beads feel pain  

amount the self     not for a moment's acquittal
     may i guard acquittals like bumper cannons
playing to the sound of free bird
     but for the moments terry        as it does
            amount the self      

Thursday, January 8, 2015

where words go after we say them

you know that one thing you were talking about
   it was   big    chalk upon green slat        og style
     you know    important
               you    thinking  
           or so you thought
it was kind of about you  but with all the other things you wish
mindlessly followed you around  -       
                    handing you      your relevance       upon demand                
        your such a cowboy these days   corralling big       and cows
takes only nawhs and whips                     these days

          -   saying yes
                             and when you looked at them they were
already smiling      
                              because they understand....

that part of this    is fleeting    like the other has
            the other a kind weed         could be
grown out of work itself      building towers to the unseen
   in purity        the other a sound   repeated by birds and trees
counting winding   itself  and nothing else
                              and at last look   is beginning to
resume its most exceptional attribute      in leaf            the leaving the most
      for a least approach       after resting  of course
              and that is where words go after we say them